Pail Boy

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Laredo, Texas
Source: Form Submission

The little boy. The house that I live in is not very old but the area is. I am now 27 this happened when I was 12. I had this dream of this little boy standing on the side of my house which is very dark and windy during the day even though there might not be any wind. In my dream I'm terrified of this little boy,He looks like he is 7 years old to 9 years old I see him in slow motion slowly walking towards me he is dressed in a communion outfit the outfit consists of white shorts pearly looking material, with a white pearly button shirt, his hair is all white, short straight round hair cut, he is also wearing suspenders.

In the dream I am trying to get away from him, I am calling my parents and I am standing in front of them, yet they don't see me or even hear me. Well I wake up and that was it. Later on I don't know wether it was a month or even a year my second oldest sister dreamed of the same little boy. In my sisters dream she was sweeping the front porch when all of a sudden she hears a loud noise. She looks accross the street and sees a hearst. There was a funeral being held in the church next door.

So my sister continues sweeping then she hears the front gate open and looks towards the church and sees a coffin open....all of a sudden the little boy is there walking towards her with his hands outward and places them on her chest. She said she felt his cold hands. The little boy was the same one I had seen in my dream we both described them the same way, same clothe, same hair, same walk. Well then in 1993 my sister had just had a baby she was sleeping in this room which was always cold. She says one night she opened up her eyes to see a little boy sitting on the side of the wall above her. He was dressed the same, everything my other sister and I had described. She got so scared that she screamed, that she startled the little boy. This little boy also appeared to her a second time. He was playing on the floor when she last saw him. He never says a word.

This past year I found out that my old neighbor that recently moved from our area after living in her house for more than 40 years had an 8 year old son get killed outside on the street while he was bike riding. Scary, I think